What blessed skin
of algorithim
computed the probabilities of her
fed subliminalities
for face and voice
for how she lifts a brow
that I would recognize the match
Such awesome power
to guide her proximity and scent
to construct this inevitability
O Cloud
O Data
Praise be for infinite ubiquitous Connection
I bought the flowers You showed me
the blood red of them to match
the lipstick You showed her
and she liked my shirt
as You knew she would
so all is right in the world